Fatima from your land you refuse to escape
What can an old lady do in the midst of this War?
You haven’t yet forgotten the nightmares of the last War
The sound of bombs, the seen of destruction
Everyday counting who died and who survived
And Yet I hadn’t forgotten the sight of Sabar and Shateela
Here I am Mother
To the daily massacre I bear witness
Innocent children or elderly no difference
Attesting that our life is worthless
Stinging wounds caused by occupation and injustices
Leaving our world more restless
With so many forms of resistance
Just like your resistance Mother !
You hold on to your Beloved to the last breath
For death you say! Let it Be
With all my strength I push you to leave
Imposing on you all my fears
You show me more resentfulness
You’re in the Midst of the War Mother
And Here I lay save and sound
With the War news around
I die hundred times
I feel I’ve lost all my colors
Frozen my dreams and hopes
I no longer can feel like falling down,
from the clouds with the drops of rain.
İn this War my heart is full of pain
Here I lay in my noisy silence
I have tighten my tongue
Afraid of what comes out
I burned my head from thinking
How good is seeking knowledge and degrees,
When it cannot make any difference
When I cannot put it in practice!
When it cannot save an innocent soul
Nor it can stop this crazy War